K-Pop Boygroup Oneshots

🩹💖(ZB1) Ricky- Sweat

REQUEST BY: CutieCucumberizzy111

TRIGGER WARNING: Fainting

It's easy to tell if you have a fever; cold sweat, spine-tingling chills, body aches in every single part.

Ricky knew the second he felt the first chill, the deep shudder that rolled up his spine and made his teeth chatter. He wasn't sure how or when he developed the heightened temperature, but he knew that he for sure was unwell.

He slowly rolled to the side, his sheets below him soaked in sweat. He grabbed his phone, his hand trembling as he struggled to type his passcode.

The screen brightness made him squint as he read the time: 4:48 AM.

"Great." he mumbled, his phone dropping to his chest, his arm covering his eyes.

He had to be up in less than two hours to get ready for their shoot. He wasn't sure he could stand for a photo, let alone film an entire music video.

He had to get better before 6AM. He groggily goot out of bed, unsteady on his feet. He wrapped his comforter tightly around himself, the cold penetrating to his bones. His teeth chattered as he shuffled out of his room, his hands trembling as they wrapped around his torso. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, being careful not to wake anybody else up. He made a cup of tea and downed a bunch of tylenol, trying to fight the fever that continued to creep in, his skin radiating heat.

His throat felt raw as he swallowed his tea, like his throat was lined with shards of glass. He coughed into his elbow, a dry painful cough. He sat on the couch and finished his tea, his eyes heavy, his body aching. He slumped against the back of the couch, his hands slipping from his empty mug as exhaustion took over, not even allowing him to make it back to his bedroom.

A few hours later, Ricky heard voices around him, a brightness in the room that made his head pound.

Somehow he felt even worse than before. His eyes peeled open, seeing two blurry figures above him.

"He's waking up."

Ricky blinked, shielding the sun from his eyes.

"Ricky? Are you up?"

"J..jiwoong hyung?"

"Yeah, what are you doing out here? Did you sleep here last night?" the oldest asked softly, a slight amused smile on his face.

Ricky rubbed the sleep out of his eyes feeling sweat drip down the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I was...it was too hot in my room."

"Too hot? Wasn't the air conditioner on?" the other figure spoke, revealing it was Hanbin.

Ricky fought a chill, clamping his teeth down to keep them from chattering.

"Hyung, our air con was out the other night." Matthew chimed from the kitchen.

"Oh? We should get someone to fix that." hanbin chuckled.

Ricky forced a smile though just holding his own head up was becoming difficult.

"Okay, well go get dressed ricky-ah, we gotta leave pretty soon." Hanbin said with a smile.

Ricky nodded and got himself up, his blanket hanging loosely in his arms, trudging back to his bedroom.

Jiwoong shot hanbin a confused look.